Heyyou, look up. The sun's shining.
Workpile's ahead; sound the battlecry,
in the wooden crate we awake a lullaby.
when it does come sudden and shock,
the door at the front clicks; hatchet and lock.
Focus, the battle's not done,
Up in the sky, a scorching fiery sun.
Come m'lady, the road may be hard,
rest assured, I'll dedicate you my thumping heart.
For you, I will,
into the depths of forever - and beyond/
